Stefan contacted Rey the moment the negotiation was finalized, but as the line connected, a piercing, visceral scream tore through the speaker, momentarily numbing his senses.
"Enough with the twisted theatrics, Rey," Stefan remarked, his voice tight as he fought to maintain focus despite the ringing in his ears. "What exactly is the appeal of those screams? Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know."
"So," Rey drawled, rolling the word across his tongue with a dark, melodic mirth as he watched his captives cower. "Are you calling to offer them your absolution?" He pried, secretly wondering if Stefan's legendary resolve had finally fractured—not that any mercy could undo the damage already inflicted.
"Have you killed anyone yet?" Stefan asked bluntly.
"Not yet," Rey answered, his tone practically gleaming with delight. "I was just getting into the rhythm of things when you interrupted."
